Golding Poems - Poems about Golding

...and I'm cold so cold icebergs loom through dark lethal as fins of sharks fins or frost flowers or firework flares flare and flash across the night ice-knives stab my stinging skin the din fades......Read the rest...

...Grateful all the hearts that are not Golding grateful are those parts that are swollen with tears of abundant Joy crying flowing down the cheeks overflow grateful or the heart ......Read the rest...

...I have known: of wise detectives catching crooks of "Thought Police" revising books a shipwrecked family named Robinson of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic Heathcliff's heartbreak,......Read the rest...

... June the most beautiful month, delivered the most angelic Angels I Poetically Extend My Warm Congratulations To every Beautifully Heav......Read the rest...

... On the day you wore my heart a flowering Hat My mind's wall, dripped away liquid sorrowful Content that weighted innately Inherently My drenched gray feathers were sprayed speckle......Read the rest...

...Unnatural colour The littered path is full of colour today A bag of BBQ crisps ripped apart as if the consumer couldn't wait to taste. A crushed can of beer glistening through the opening of the......Read the rest...

...Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED POETIC LYRICS BY MACY'S INTERNATIONAL BOARD OF DIRECTORS, LLC SNOW FLAKES......FALLING......FLOWING-AND-FALLING...... IN-THE-FALL! AND...DROWNING......IN.......Read the rest...

...When The golding azure of the dyng day is illuminated by the glowing ember of the sleepy sun, then dawn awakes in its cold soft whispers to lure ......Read the rest...

...Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!! ~Two boys meet on an island ~~One is skin 'n bones ~~~The other one is chubby They discover a lagoon~ Ralph teases him by calling~......Read the rest...

...Remember it just like yesterday 'Twas the sixth of August, independence day Manley called the election, Busta took the drive New nation at UN assembly, Jamaica arrived Topsy turvy, hurly burly, bric......Read the rest...

...I can hold it in my hands. The heavy book of names Now laden with the dust and grime. Leather-bound and torn It is the color of the prairie earth, that changed from rust to gold Heavy was their lo......Read the rest...